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URGANDA THE UNKNOWN

To the book of Don Quixote of la Mancha

If to be welcoood,

O Book! thou make thy steady aim,

No empty chatterer will dare

To question or dispute thy claim

But if perchance thou hast a mind

To win of idiots approbation,

Lost labour will be thy reward,

Though they'll pretend appreciation

They say a goodly shade he finds

Who shelters 'neath a goodly tree;

And such a one thy kindly star

In Bejar bath provided thee:

A royal tree whose spreading boughs

A show of princely fruit display;

A tree that bears a noble Duke,

The Alexander of his day

Of a Manchegan gentle how he lost his wits

O'er idle tales of love and glory,

Of "ladies, arms, and cavaliers:"

A new Orlando Furioso-

Innamorato, rather--who

Won Dulcinea del Toboso

Put no vain e play

A ive no scoffer rooain?

Or does King Francis at Madrid

Once more of destiny complain?"

Since Heaven it hath not pleased on thee

Deep erudition to bestow,

Or black Latino's gift of tongues,

No Latin let thy pages show